For 'tis the sport to have the engineerHoist with his own petard.
I know no ways to mince it in love, but directly to say - I love you
I was a coward on instinct.
One may smile, and smile, and be a villain.
Glendower: I can call the spirits from the vasty deep. Hotspur: Why, so can I, or so can any man; But will they come, when you do call for them?
Despair and die. The ghosts